day 103 . blood, sweat, tears. part VI.

a very particular lust enters my mind.
scotch. single malt.
fuck the pretentious ice cubes.
i miss the days when i was a full on alcoholic.
perfectly incognito. bloodied fingers.
broken bones. the drowning into oblivion.
uh oh, dark past almost succeeded.
fuck. gotta be more alert.
another shot of honesty.

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